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 “Don’t you be dirty, boy bach,” cried Dinah. “That bucket is for the pigs’ wash.”

Michael had moved to the threshold and was holding the door ajar. He looked along the road and saw that Abel Shones, the officer for Poor Relief, was running to the house.

He came back into the kitchen.

“What shall I fetch it in, then?” he asked. “Be you hasty now, for am I not thirsty?”

“Dear me, what a calf you are, man! Bring it in this,” and Dinah gave him the cinder sifter.

Since these things happened Dinah has been blessed with second-sight and visionary power. On dark nights she goes to the well and mocks the Angel Michael, who until he performs the task that is set him, will remain upon the earth in the flesh of a tramp. 117